Stormy.

It's been a quiet day at home for both of us. Peter is going to use his holiday days as extra days around weekends rather than book a block of time off so he's having a much needed rest day. Storm Gertrude has been howling outside the house all day but here in the south-west it's been a regular storm unlike the severe weather they've been having further north. I quite enjoy listening to the wind rather than have the radio or music on while I relax with an on-line puzzle.

Today I've been taking things out of the spare room getting it ready to paint tomorrow. It's amazing just how much stuff you can hide under a single bed. Another opportunity to throw out stuff. I wasn't too pleased to find that mice had nibbled away at a couple of throws I had crocheted. If I let the cats in the bedrooms then there wouldn't be mice around but then I'd be cleaning off cat hairs instead of mouse droppings. 

I don't know if it counts as being a hoarder or a sentimentalist but I can't throw out cards from the family. I've kept Mother's Day, birthday, Valentine's day, anniversary and Christmas cards as each one has been chosen or made with love. Today I sorted out the pile of cards and put them in poly pockets in a couple of ring binders. As I read the messages written in those cards I knew I was right to have kept them, at least for now.

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